Hi guys! I haven't updated much, but this is my friend Riley's story. She's great at writing, and I'm as excited to see where this story goes as you are. Hope you like it, because I sure do!
Kicking off the covers, Dipper Pines stretched and yawned. His eyes were nicely encircled by black rings, a result from the insomnia that towered over him the night before.
Last night, Wendy Corduroy broke up with Robbie V all thanks to Dipper, and she had a few choice words for all three of the boys at Lookout Point.
"Ugh, what is wrong with guys," She wailed, voice cracking with emotion. "You only think about yourselves! All of you should just leave me alone!" The memory ripped down Dipper's spine and raced through all of his ribs, finally sitting solidly and coldly in his heart. When he wasn't up staring at the ceiling willing with all of his might to undo the night, Dipper's dreams consisted of Wendy and their best moments together. But when they were at their happiest, laughing and smiling, everything would stop and turn black and white. Dream Dipper and Dream Wendy stopped laughing and looked at each other, Dipper simply standing there, forced to watch as Wendy crouched before him with excessive anger wailing those awful words and crying red tears.
"Why don't you leave me alone, Dipper? What is wrong with you? Stop thinking about yourself! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dipper would wake up with Mabel above him, shaking him vigorously as he sweat cold buckets. Whenever Mabel demanded to know what was going on, Dipper couldn't seem to find his voice. He sat there quietly as she scolded him, trying to keep the tears from spilling down his face.
"Just go to bed already, Dipstick," Mabel had said harshly while she climbed into the covers of her bed. "Unless you're gonna tell me what happened. Other than that, I don't wanna hear it." She was sleeping peacefully now, chest heaving up and down slowly. Dipper didn't want to wake her up after last night, but he did want the finality of telling her the truth about Wendy and about how it was pretty much entirely his fault and how she might not work at the Mystery Shack anymore because whatever. Dipper was more depressed than angry though and he just wanted to right his wrongs but with all that he did, that was pretty much impossible. So much to the extent that he wanted to go rummage through garage sales and pawn shops to find a Genie lamp. He was probably bound to find one in Gravity Falls!
Wish #1: I wish Wendy is happy.
Wish #2: I wish everyone could forget about what happened between all of us that night.
Wish #3: I wish she'll find a better friend than me.
Dipper peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt and tossed on a new one, expelling the old one on the floor. His socks hooked on the the splintery wood below him as he trudged down the stairs, eager to see the sun. As he walked into the kitchen, Dipper's Great Uncle Stan sat at the table, reading the newspaper. He folded down the tip of the paper to see his great nephew, a smile growing upon his lips.
"What's up, Dipper?" Dipper didn't answer. He instead went to the coffee maker and poured himself a mug of black coffee. Dipper had never had coffee, but since he wasn't old enough to drink alcohol, he figured coffee would suffice.
"Dipper," Grunkle Stan asked again, concern lacing his words. "Are you okay?" Dipper wouldn't look at his uncle as he flipped around his chair and stared out the window, head resting heavily on the chair back.
"L-look, if you're bothered about last night, maybe we really can go bowling today, you know?" Dipper took a big swig of coffee. It burned his tongue. The strong, sour taste seemed to seep into his tongue and throat as he forced himself to swallow the acrid liquid. The coffee left a terrible aftertaste, but Dipper didn't care. His Grunkle's words were making him angrier by the second.
"It was really all that creep Robbie's fault, anyway," Grunkle Stan went on, oblivious to the storm clouds roaring over Dipper's head. "He's just a pathetic desperate teenager. He'll get over it." Dipper's teeth ground together. No, no, NO! It wasn't his fault! It was mine, Dipper shot accusations at himself one after one.
"You know, I think Wendy'll-" Dipper's head snapped to his Grunkle, full of angry fire. All his emotions came slewing over him and through all of his words.
"I'M FINE, I DON'T WANT TO, AND I DON'T CARE! HAPPY?! YOU'LL BE THE FIRST IN THIS WORLD!" Dipper slammed down his mug and stomped out of the house, breaking into a sprint after he had passed the porch. Tears spilled out of his eyes and obscured his vision. He ran into the forest, trying to blink back tears but to no avail. He crashed head-on into a tree, laying flat on the ground amongst the pine needles and rocks.
"Haha," Dipper laughed coldly. "How fitting for me to lay around objects so useless!"
And then Dipper laid, staring up at the soft blue sky, remembering all of the happy times with Wendy, clutching on to them desperately as they seeped into the forest floor to join the useless rocks and pine needles.
